[He swallows hard, bitterness and bile and terrible, dark words that would help nothing. She needs to go home, but so does he; he has no idea about Matthew's state right now - is he asleep without Ronan around to dream life into him? His nostrils flare, as he turns towards her again, his fingers digging into his knees, this side of painful. A reminder he's alive. He's alive, so Matthew should be.]
I'm not asking you to trust me. But I gain nothing going against you. Do you think you'll gain anything going against me?
[Maybe she does. But if her ultimate goal is home, home, then they would be better allies than they would be enemies. Ronan closes his eyes for a second, just lets the memory of the Barns wash over him, green grass and placid cows, lit up flowers and socked feet stomping up and down stairs; Adam - before he blinks, teeth hurting with how hard he's gritting them.]
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[He swallows hard, bitterness and bile and terrible, dark words that would help nothing. She needs to go home, but so does he; he has no idea about Matthew's state right now - is he asleep without Ronan around to dream life into him? His nostrils flare, as he turns towards her again, his fingers digging into his knees, this side of painful. A reminder he's alive. He's alive, so Matthew should be.]
I'm not asking you to trust me. But I gain nothing going against you. Do you think you'll gain anything going against me?
[Maybe she does. But if her ultimate goal is home, home, then they would be better allies than they would be enemies. Ronan closes his eyes for a second, just lets the memory of the Barns wash over him, green grass and placid cows, lit up flowers and socked feet stomping up and down stairs; Adam - before he blinks, teeth hurting with how hard he's gritting them.]
We both want the same thing.